It was a cold winter’s night. The streets were mostly clear except the slosh that covered it’s ashy dark surface, and the occasional car out at late hours for some reason. As they drove by and sent liquid splashing to the sidewalk grasping onto the concrete as if that would save it’s life almost like this liquid was living. Couldn’t help but let my mind race, thinking of how it seemed I was watching some event I’ve seen before played out through this cold water. Like as if I knew these drops….as if I was one of these drops. And my docile waiting was interrupted abruptly by the unexpected sound of tires sliding recklessly over these streets. Sounds shrouded by screams and the bright lights being replaced for thoughts of why someone was out so late. Suddenly clamping my shirt tightly over my chest like the feeling my heart stopped. Why was this happening? Who were these drops? Where did these thoughts come from? Are they memories? Why do they affect me so!? Are they mine!? Wait, WHO AM I THOUGH!? HOW DID I GET HERE!? AND WHY!…Why would someone be out so late? I stopped myself though as lights flooded into my vision draining out the darkness and trapping it away from me. Banishing it’s tendrils away. Looking up I notice a city bus has stopped in front of me, and with a loud sound almost like someone loudly exhaling accompanied by ear splitting squeak, it made me shutter as the double doors to the bus open and a man sits ahead of me at the top of the stairs. This man was drowned in a luminescent white, I couldn’t see his face except the smile stretched above his chin. He said nothing so I was so bold as to say something and break the silence “Is this the bus that will take me home?”………………
